"WAIL!" "WAIL!"
"Escape, Uncle."
"WAIL!" "WAIL!"
Arlo's eyes fluttered open, revealing a world swallowed by darkness and water. As he lay on the damp ground, he gazed upwards at the twinkling stars. A sense of tranquility washed over him, as if he had finally escaped from everything.
In the stagnant water, the sound of a baby's cry echoed, urging Arlo to rise and seek its source.
A gentle breeze stirred the water, creating a ripple. An instinct within Arlo told him that was the direction he needed to follow.
He walked for hours on end, but fatigue didn't touch him. The stars above mirrored themselves on the water's surface and began to move across the sky. It was a spectacle Arlo had never witnessed before, as if the stars had waited for his gaze to dance.
"WAIL!" "WAIL!"
Gradually, the crying morphed into a melody for him, its echo suggesting self-destruction, yet Arlo found an inexplicable solace in it.
"WAIL!" "WAIL!"
